Wutong is surprisingly not like a demon, quietly sweeping the dust on the altar, and clearing the sculptures from the ruins.
"In the past, Wutong would not do this kind of thing. She may have some relationship with the ancestors of Guanghan Palace."
Su Yun didn't bother her, returned to the mirror, and said in his heart: "Her Taoism actually had a shortcoming from the beginning."
Qilin, Taotie and others are still stimulating the vitality of heaven and earth to heal their injuries, and the Golden Crow is also awake, able to adjust its own breath, but their injuries cannot be healed in a short time.
"Su Shizi, are you really going to Guanghan Mountain in the fairy world?"
Yingying sat on Bai Xi’s ass and asked with her cheek: "There is no Fairy Guanghan there. Moreover, this passage has been abandoned for so long, it may not necessarily lead directly to Guanghan Mountain, and it is more likely to die halfway. Besides, Shi Qilin has withered spirit and is about to be annihilated. There are too many uncertain factors. It is not a wise move to go to Guanghan Mountain."
Bai Xi lay beside Su Yun's spirit, leisurely flicking his pitiful little tail, and slapped her ass, indicating that Yingying's words were right.
"Yingying, this may be the closest time to the fairy world in my life."
Su Yun looked faintly, and said: "You know that other people, even saints, may never have the opportunity to step into the fairy world and get fairy fate in their lives. They are more likely to die under the fairy sword when crossing the catastrophe. At most, after their deaths It is difficult for the spirit to erase the obsession with the immortal realm, and go deep into the starry sky of the universe, even if it is annihilated in the starry sky, he must search for the whereabouts of the immortal realm."
He stretched his body and looked at the blue planet below. After a while, he whispered: "Being a fairy is like a poor family wanting to become a family. The seven great families of Shuofang have been in a family for 150 years. The generations have only become the family, but they are still at the bottom of the family. They want to continue to climb up and climb to the top of the family, but they can't find a second way apart from rebellion.
"Becoming an immortal is more difficult than ordinary people becoming a family. Even if you are a saint, Buddha, emperor, holy emperor, and want to become an immortal, you can't pass the fairy sword level. Over the past five thousand years, many people have succeeded in doing so. The emperor. But for five thousand years, no one has become an immortal!
"This is an opportunity. If I can seize this opportunity, even if I can't take this opportunity to become an immortal, I can go one step further from an immortal, and my chances of becoming an immortal are even greater."
Su Yun smiled and said: "I think, since there is a fairy world in this world, then there must be fairy fate. This kind of fairy fate may be hidden in every seemingly inconspicuous corner of the great world. A person's life may occasionally After encountering so many opportunities, if you give up any of them, Xianyuan will be completely cut off. I am a child of a poor family, and I can't let go of any opportunities!"
Yingying white gave him a glance: "The Lord of the Tongtian Pavilion, who is so rich as to be an enemy, actually said that he is a child of a poor family."
"I am a child of a poor family, and it has nothing to do with my rich and enemy country."
Su Yun shook his head and said, "Moreover, the money in the Tongtian Pavilion is not my money, and it does not make me feel happy. I am just responsible for spending the money. I am happiest, still teaching in Jiange every month. Although there is only one month. One hundred green rainbow coins, but I am satisfied."
Lingxi jumped up immediately, carrying the little book monster to escape from Su Yun's spirit world. -Lingxi does not like to stay in the spiritual world of impure people.
Su Yun angrily: "In front of Xianyuan, anyone, even the emperor saint, is just a poor man! There are no exceptions."
The winter solstice finally arrived.
Su Yun and Wutong came to Guanghan Palace. The 98 stone sculptures in Guanghan Palace have been cleared from the ruins by Wutong and placed in the right place.
Shi Qilin is the only one that can regain the golden body. The other ninety-seven stone sculptures cannot be awakened. Only the ancient and obscure spirit in the sculpture emits invisible waves. It seems that the depths of the dark ocean are separated by thousands of people. The whales here communicate with each other with long voices.
Yingying quietly said: "Su Shizi, you can use your spirit to capture their thinking fluctuations and see what they are talking about."
According to Su Yun, he tried to contact these ancient thoughts with his spirit, and found that these thoughts fluctuate very slowly.
The stone sculptures have been slowly lit up, and the ancient spirits are mobilizing their last strength to open the immortal urn for the last time.
The immortal urn also gradually became brighter, one by one, strange runes rose from the immortal urn, forming various dazzling patterns in the air.
There was a strange vibration in the space, as if something was moving far and near.
At this moment, Su Yun suddenly had a curious conjecture in his mind: "The immortal urn should actually be called the immortal road. It was created by the immortal, the road leading to the immortal world. This is true of the Tianmen, and the immortal urn I got earlier is also In this way, even the immortal urn obtained by Luo Yuzhin opens a channel to the immortal world!"
The vibration in the Guanghan Palace became more and more magnificent, and the palaces behind Su Yun collapsed in the vibration, and the dust was everywhere, not falling for a long time.
The surrounding mountains are also cracking in the shaking, and there are constantly falling rocks. Although the power is not great, it will not be long before it will be buried here.
Above the altar, the light became brighter, and the thought fluctuations emanating from the stone statues such as Shi Qilin became more and more magnificent. Even Yingying could clearly sense their thought fluctuations.
Yingying whispered: "Su Shizi, what are these ancient spirits talking about?"
Su Yun was silent for a moment, and said: "They are saying goodbye to each other and saying good night to each other."
"Farewell to each other, good night to each other?"
Yingying was stunned and looked at the ancient stone statues. These spirits may have been extremely powerful spiritual men before they died. After their deaths, their spirits were attached to the golden bodies of ninety-six kinds of gods and demons, such as unicorns and gluttons, to protect the gods here. The face of the world survives.
They should all be friends, perhaps the closest friends.
With the decline of this place, they also fell into silence together, and time wiped them out one by one.
They may have a glorious history, but all of this is no longer important. Their spirits will also return to darkness and fall into annihilation. Say goodnight to their old friends. From then on, they will never have any fluctuations in their thinking.
Their traces are only these silent stone statues.
There was a thousand melancholy in Yingying's heart. At this moment, she only heard a buzzing vibration, and a long branch broke through the void, probed from another world, and appeared above the altar.
The branch is thick and simple, with a few osmanthus leaves and a bunch of osmanthus flowers hanging. On this desolate moon, such branches and leaves appeared, which is really strange!
Above the immortal urn on the altar, tadpole runes danced and rotated around that branch. This branch was like a passage to another world.
Wutong's eyes lit up: "On the day of the winter solstice, the osmanthus branches come! The things recorded in the ancient books really didn't lie to me!"
She fluttered and stood on the branch.
The osmanthus branch did not look big, but when it fell on it, the person appeared extremely small, and the phoenix tree red dress was fluttering, walking along the osmanthus branch into the void.
Su Yun also hurriedly jumped to the branch, but saw that the bunch of osmanthus flowers on the branch were many times larger than a human.
He stood on a branch, looked forward, and saw that the branches were extremely thick and wide, and they didn't know where to lead.
The red dress of the phoenix tree fluttered in front, like a pulsating red fire. Su Yun was still observing. Yingying had already jumped from his spiritual world to the spiritual world of the phoenix tree on the white rhinoceros, shouting: "Su Shizi, hurry up, time urgent!"
Su Yun laughed: "This little book is persuading me not to come. Isn't I unable to restrain my curiosity?"
He walked forward along the branches, the vitality rose under his feet, and the true essence became a three-legged golden crow, carrying him flapping his wings and flying, chasing after the phoenix tree.
His cultivation is getting stronger and stronger, and even the mana-consuming things such as urging magical powers to fly with him are no longer strenuous for him.
Finally, Su Yun caught up with the red dress girl and kept pace with her.
This branch is rather long and tortuous. The two of them are speeding all the way. Su Yun looked at the Wutong and didn't speak.
After a while, Wutong said, "I know you have a lot of questions."
Su Yun did not speak.
Wutong continued: "The purpose of my coming to this world is indeed to find the footprints of my ancestors and to find the way to the Guanghan Palace. I have found the annual winter solstice of the fairy world Guanghan Mountain in the ancient books left by my ancestors. Legend has it Every year, the tribesmen who live in the Guanghan Palace in various worlds will hold a big festival, let the outstanding young girls of the tribe enter the Guanghan Mountain through the laurel branches."
Su Yun listened quietly.
Lingxi lay on the clouds of the Wutong spirit world, yawning, and her eyes were fascinated. Yingying leaned against Lingxi's elbow, listening to Wutong's heartfelt voice.
"But in my world, I can't find these anymore. My world is buried in the ashes."
Wutong’s tone was flat and did not use the enchanting magical powers that humans and demons could think of, but there was a thrilling charm in his voice, saying: "I followed the footsteps of my ancestors across the sky, searching for other peoples, I found one world after another in the stars. It's all annihilated there."
Yingying interrupted her suddenly and asked: "Your world is buried in the ashes, how did you survive?"
Wutong did not answer.
Yingying suddenly wanted to understand that the phoenix trees in that life were actually dead, and the human demon phoenix trees who were possessed by their own people survived.
"In the end, I found it here."
Wutong's face showed a heartfelt smile, and said: "I know that my people have the habit of entering the Guanghan Mountain on the winter solstice. As long as I come here, I can find them."
Su Yun tilted his head and saw a light flashing in the eyes of the human-devil girl, as if the girl was full of longing.
"When I find them, I can prove that this universe is no longer the only one of me, I have other people of the same race." She whispered softly.
Suddenly, Su Yun smelled a scent of tribulation caused by the vitality of heaven and earth, and he frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
In front, a piece of robbery ash floated and fell on his palm.
Wutong's body trembled, and Su Yun took the first step to the bright light ahead, but saw him standing on a huge laurel tree at the moment. The laurel branches and leaves were withered, leaving only a few branches.
This ancient sacred tree was buried in the ashes that did not know how thick it was, and the sky was vast and white.
Is this really a fairy world
Su Yun was a little confused.